Hello all,So we’re going away for a couple of weeks! Whew! Been a lot of blogging of late; luckily, you’ll still be able to view all the older episodes, such as:-Where Tiger City is reviewed-When we get an interview from the Antlers-The one where Joey gets a puppySo it’s all there in the backlog; dig in and enjoy. Me, well, I’ll be out cruising on Route 66, exploring new towns, beating up bad guys, and saving the hapless inhabitants. Actually, I’ll probably just sleep in the whole two weeks. Catch you later,-MgmtRead More →

Josiah Wolf – “Jet Lag”Anticon-out tomorrow3 / 5 Josiah Wolf of Oakland Bay’s indie outfit Why? has struck out on his own with his first solo album. Sonically, this album takes greatly after Jim O’Rourke’s solo albums, in vocal pitch, as well as in the unusual choice of lyrics (“The way we communicate makes me feel like a snake,” from “The New Car”). His strength here lies not in the hushed and somewhat warbled pitch of the vocals, but moreso in the lyrics and instrumental choice of bells, xylophone, wood block, etc. While the album is vibrant sonically speaking, it lacks a definable pull; eachRead More →

Frightened Rabbit – “The Winter of Mixed Drinks”Fat Cat-out now4 / 5 Selkirk, Scotland-based Frightened Rabbit has been faring well on their tours, and no wonder: their fourth studio album brings a selection of upbeat and driven originals to their stage repertoire. Their mixture of straightforward rock and Scottish vocals may not capture the imagination in the age of Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys, but the tracks on “Winter of Mixed Drinks” are certainly satisfying: “Skip the Youth” sticks out on these 11 with an extra juicy build, and helps to support the more streamlined tracks, including the energetic break-up “Nothing Like You” and theRead More →

Besnard Lakes – “The Besnard Lakes Are The Roaring Night”Jagjaguwar-out tomorrow2.5 / 5 The Montreal-based Besnard Lakes are on their third dream/rock album with “The Besnard Lakes are the Roaring Night.” While we admit this to be an utterly awesome title (and the cover’s pretty cool, too), the Lakes seem too entrenched in the languid flow of their genre to fill out an entire album. Every track is a slow-build, with a classic rock feel in the vocal harmonies and guitar work, and while this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, consider “Chicago Train,” which doesn’t hit its first chorus until about 2:30, halfway through theRead More →